It was a night like any other - people inviting us out to a steakhouse. We get there, we are seated in a private room. All was well. Niceties aside, we prepare to order. I ask my wife what I should get. She says, "Go ahead and look at the menu - it's in English."
I'll have the cowboy leg and black bowel, with an order of rurality salad on the side and a Sprit to drink. Fuck the salt!